I love it when reading some old traveller’s or amateur anthropologist’s account I come across a description of a food practice that I haven’t heard of before, one that straddles the margin of the possible, the fanciful, the extreme and the downright gullible, and flips the switch in me from ho-hum/ ho-ho to an intrigued hmmm. It’s the moment I want to run to the kitchen, throw open the cupboards and see if I have the ingredients with which to replicate what I have read, if for no other reason than to put the result before guests who like me want to take the foodways less travelled.